Skating had always been your passion. As much as you liked showing off tricks in the skate park during the day, nightfall had always been your favorite time to pull out your wheels. There was something about the tranquil gloom of the evening, the radiance of the stars and moon, and the eerie silence of empty streets that gave you the utmost satisfaction of just being alone with your skateboard.
You wrapped yourself in a hoodie as you walked towards the front door. You sat on the floor and grabbed your pair of worn out sneakers. As you successfully put on your shoes Michael called you, “Hey, love.” He leaned his head back on the sofa to see you clearly, “Where are you going?” You stood up and turned to him. “Just gonna skate,” you answered. “Can I come?” he perched on his seat, his gleaming eyes gazing at you. “Really?” you were surprised to say the least, this is the first time Michael had initiated to join in on your pastime. …show more content…
You swayed your board from left to right, taking advantage of the empty streets. You spread your arms wide out feeling the cool breeze sweep across your body. The feeling of being free was what got you hooked on skating. Whenever someone mentioned anything about skating, butterflies filled your stomach and a nervous excitement streamed through your system.
A few spaces behind you, Michael watched you in your reverie. It seemed as though you were in your own blissful world and he was an intruder. He admired the way you easily glided on the streets, the whip of your hair mending with the current, and the maneuver of your body. He saw that this was where you belonged.
“Catch up, you slowpoke!” you shouted at him. “We’ll see about that!” he went faster and faster until he was already beside you. You pushed yourself forward as soon as Michael came into view, you were not going to let him beat you. “Hey, not fair,” he whined. You giggled, “Come on, you can do better than
You wrapped yourself in a hoodie as you walked towards the front door. You sat on the floor and grabbed your pair of worn out sneakers. As you successfully put on your shoes Michael called you, “Hey, love.” He leaned his head back on the sofa to see you clearly, “Where are you going?” You stood up and turned to him. “Just gonna skate,” you answered. “Can I come?” he perched on his seat, his gleaming eyes gazing at you. “Really?” you were surprised to say the least, this is the first time Michael had initiated to join in on your pastime. …show more content…
You swayed your board from left to right, taking advantage of the empty streets. You spread your arms wide out feeling the cool breeze sweep across your body. The feeling of being free was what got you hooked on skating. Whenever someone mentioned anything about skating, butterflies filled your stomach and a nervous excitement streamed through your system.
A few spaces behind you, Michael watched you in your reverie. It seemed as though you were in your own blissful world and he was an intruder. He admired the way you easily glided on the streets, the whip of your hair mending with the current, and the maneuver of your body. He saw that this was where you belonged.
“Catch up, you slowpoke!” you shouted at him. “We’ll see about that!” he went faster and faster until he was already beside you. You pushed yourself forward as soon as Michael came into view, you were not going to let him beat you. “Hey, not fair,” he whined. You giggled, “Come on, you can do better than